Centered


Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.

In Town


When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.

Golden Willow


In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.

Visitors


Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.

Nest


Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.

Before the Storm


the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.

Hydrangea


As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.

Wide Sky


The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.

Mountains beyond Mountains


You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.

Sugaring


First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.

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